Ysabel stays close enough to Warsaw that their skin barely touched. She kept her uncle a few steps closer to the stranger just in case he decided to get aggressive. The posture that stallion had didn't scream threat, but she was no expert. The stranger dips his head towards him so Warsaw gives him a short nod of his skull in acknowledgment. So far he had no reason to be rude to the male even though he was trespassing. A younger Warsaw might have chased him away, but he was a different stallion in a far different situation.

Warsaw was not a young stallion seeking to sow his oats in every young thing that waltzed by. He had two mares and those were the only two he planned on keeping his. All the other stallions could have at the rest of them. The only thing Warsaw seeks to protect with his Monarchy and to do that he would need to make relationships with these strangers that walked Tinuvel. Still, he wonders if it was his injuries that keep him level headed or if this was actually the way he was now.

The grullo addresses Ysabel to which she nods her own head at the stallion. "Good day," she says. Instinctively, she takes a couple of steps backward and allows Warsaw to take a step in front of her. Just for extra safety. The two just watch the grullo stallion as the cold winter's breeze blows between the group. The silence is soon filled with the newcomer's voice and Warsaw gathers the stallion used to live somewhere on tinuvel. It seems like he was born on this island. Nicholas was curious to who owns the place now, just as they all were when they returned home.

"The Arch? The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I'm afraid that was a long time ago. There has been no Arch for some time." He recalled his return to the islands had been strange. The islands seemed smaller, less roomy. "The sea had swallowed some of these lands years ago, but lately the sea has been giving back. Early last winter I awoke and found the Cove returned." Requiem had been quick to claim the land to ensure their family kept their Monarchy. Since then, Warsaw has been struggling to keep his Kingdom afloat. Actually, the trouble had started months before then.

"If your lucky maybe your birth home will return one day as well." A smirk slides over his lips with a deep chuckle. "Of course then we would need to be allied," he adds on a more serious note. "I have no plans to give up my Monarchy, not even to those with blood ties to this island. I have poured my own blood into this island for the last six years. I believed I have earned the right." His head holds proudly in front of the grullo stallion. Time and time again more of Tinuvel's old bloodlines returned and each one thought they could overtake their island again.

The problem was this was no longer their island.

He makes sure his posture was straight and tall before he formally introduces himself to Nicholas. "My name is Warsaw de Devil's Retribution, Monarch King of Tinuvel." He shifts his head towards Ysabel. "And this is my niece Ysabel de Zevulun."